it is indeed a new day again,
yet i cannot seem to get myself
out of the bed.
for today my will to live
and grey away,
has fled.
— just how much more pain can i take?
YOU ARE READING
brown eyes yet grey skies
Poetrywhere the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
xi
it is indeed a new day again,
yet i cannot seem to get myself
out of the bed.
for today my will to live
and grey away,
has fled.
— just how much more pain can i take?
